Unsure For Now
Title: The Underage Student/Teacher Bar Fuck Complication Affair (Pepsi Style!!!) (Mmm_kekse and Mounstro came up with that title. :) ) or
Scronking Pepa (Lovelyafterglow suggestion :))
Rating: NC-17
Show: LHDP
Pairing: PepSi
Disclaimers: Do I really need one? Everyone knows they're not mine and all that other blah blah blah.
Warnings: Ummm... I guess angst, uh, some violence and a shit ton o' swearin' and... what else? Oh, right, Sex! There's probably more sex than anything else, so if it's not your cuppa... you really wouldn't bother with this or any of my other stuff, really.
Spoilers: So totally none
Summary: Pepa and Silvia meet at a bar and without really knowing anything about the other; have 'relations'. At that moment they silently agree that it's a one off. But they meet again. The next time they meet is at the local high school, Silvia the teacher and Pepa the student. So much for their plans of never seeing each other again.
AN- Um, *waves* So it's been a while, huh? Uhh... Kinda don't know how to express my feelings in my AN it's been so long. *Fidgets awkwardly* Well, uh, *Voice squeaks* Ahem, I'll just go right into it I guess? *nods sagely* Enjoy! Ya know... if like, you want to or whatever.
The kiss in the park achieved two things: Silvia avoiding Pepa and Pepa trying her hardest not to be ignored by Silvia. The two things contradicted each other so much that there was bound to be a little bit of give somewhere. It just depended on which of the two women was more determined.
In the class that they both shared was undoubtedly the most difficult for Silvia's side of things. She could only turn away from the girl so many times without looking suspicious to the other kids in the classroom that there was some kind of feud or tension between herself and the teenager. And Pepa actively participating in the lessons, raising her hand to answer questions, pose her own as well, and also to ask for help made the redhead's task all the more difficult.
Although the Spanish teacher wasn't inconspicuous in her actions, it was the Spanish student's attitude that caught Curtis' attention. He had never seen the tall girl that he so loved participate in a class in, well, ever. And as baffled as that alone should have made him, what baffled him further was that his secret love wanted to show up everyday.
They had both decided to take the class for the easy "A" that it would be, being that they both fluently spoke Spanish, and there would be no reason for them to attend the class. They could skip it and hang out, (The bonus was that it was the last class so they could just leave school for the rest of the day and not have to come back.) and only appear enough for them to get a decent citizenship grade and to show up for tests. They had a plan! But, he would go along with whatever the love of his teenage life would do, follow her like the puppy he was, and that just so happened to be going to their, what he fondly and constantly called it, "free period".
Too bad for Curtis that Pepa not only made them both show up for the class, she also paid him no mind throughout it to ask questions that he was certain she knew. Things that any first year Spanish student should and did know. Really, things anyone, even without the baser knowledge of the language, could know. Simple shit. Not all of them were simple, but a lot were.
And Pepa was aware that her afro headed friend knew something was up, but she was also certain that he would never figure out what it was, so she continued with her half assed excuses for a little of the redhead's time.
She knew that what she was doing was nothing short of annoying, for both herself and the redhead, but she had been wanting to discuss what had happened in the park. She wanted to explain it away and she could only accomplish that by getting Silvia's attention. If she had to annoy the shit out of her teacher until she finally agreed to talk to her, she would.
It got a little heated, student and teacher's battle, when about three and a half weeks into it Pepa asked what the difference between "ser" and "estar" was. It was lame, she knew, but she was getting desperate and rapidly running out of questions. Plus, she wasn't really good with coming up with stupid questions right on the spot. Improvisation not exactly being her forte.
Silvia, ever the level headed one, responded as nicely as one can when they're gritting their teeth together, that if Pepa didn't know how to do that, then she might as well take a more... remedial class. Just that. Remedial class. Nothing about it having to be an easier Spanish class, just remedial class. The tone implying more than the words themselves and the teenager picked up on it quickly, along with some other students as was evident by the light snickering heard around the room.
Yes, it was a rude thing to say, the redhead would acknowledge that, but she was well aware of what the lanky brunette was trying to pull and, quite frankly, was pretty fed up with it. Fed up because Pepa's questions took up time that could be better spent actually teaching. Fed up because by Pepa asking her stupid questions it just made it seem like the student was mocking her especially when the other students' giggles could be heard. And, fed up mostly because when Pepa would ask her stupid questions, the girl had a look.
Yes, a look. A look of innocence, like she was doing nothing wrong, but in Pepa's eyes, Pepa's beatiful dancing eyes, there was not a hint of innocence. To Silvia it looked more like seduction. How could one's face look so damn innocent and have eyes that completely countered that? It was a look that Silvia didn't quite get or understand, but made her stomach drop and her mouth dry and then she'd think about things that she knew she damn well shouldn't be thinking! And it would frustrate her more and more every time the teenager posed her damn questions.
It was with that built up frustration that she had responded with that very unteacher-like answer which in turn embarrassed the brunette to a degree. Enough for the embarrassed brunette to retaliate with something along the lines of insulting Silvia's teaching skills which then led to Silvia offhandedly belittling Pepa's listening skills, their eyes never leaving each other's, battling much like their mouths were, as they openly offended the other.
The students around them getting increasingly uncomfortable as the match proceeded, their eyes bouncing back and forth as the insults continued, until thankfully the bell rang and excused them. Even Curtis left without offering to carry Pepa's things as he felt the mounted tension in the room. He loved Pepa, he just wasn't willing to take on one pissed off Spanish teacher quite yet.
The ringing bell had effectively ended the verbal spar between the two women, but the staring contest continued. They both just stared at each other, daring the other to back down, to look away, admit defeat, but neither would.
They were both too damn upset for reasons that weren't really clear. The insults they had hurled at each other weren't the worst they've ever heard, not by a long shot, actually. But they were just so damn upset with each other, they knew that much, so they stared.
It struck the Spanish teacher first, realization. She was angry with Pepa, not because she had mouthed off to her in front of all her students. And it wasn't because Pepa had wasted her time with simple as hell questions. It was because she wanted Pepa.
She wanted her badly. She wanted her student to take her, much like she had in the bar, except instead of up against a stall wall, she wanted her to take her on her desk. She wanted her student to fuck her senseless with a hand up her skirt as she balances half on the desk and half against Pepa, legs wrapped around that slim waist while her fingers dug into the girls back.
And that was just one scenario. There were many others. There shouldn't have been any! One was way too much and it upset her that Pepa made her think these things. She was angry with Pepa because of it. Because when Pepa had kissed her in the park it started the thoughts all over again. Because after that kiss Pepa wouldn't leave her alone. Because Pepa would look at her like she did, eyes burning.
Because Silvia knew she was screwed. So wrong. she thought.
Pepa's realization came soon after her teacher's. Where her anger stemmed from. Realization came when she saw Silvia's eyes darken to nearly jet black, when Silvia licked her lips and her chest expanded and her face flushed prettily as her fingers gripped the desk behind her for support.
Silvia wanted her, this much was clear, that didn't anger Pepa. It was the way that Silvia had fought against the attraction that did it. The teacher deliberately and quite obviously, to anyone who paid some attention to them, ignored her. She fought against it so fiercely that it hurt the teenager's feelings. Pepa felt rejected, which essentially she was, and it hurt. Hurt turns to anger quickly. But anger can turn into passion just as fast.
Silvia looked away first and the brunette applauded mentally to her small victory. She had bent the teacher's will slightly with that win and knew she could bend her even more soon. Perferrably over the desk the woman was grasping on to so tightly.
The teenager stood up with a tiny smirk on her lips and as she approached the redhead she smiled full out. An inch of air the only thing between them, she leaned in to whisper, "Stop avoiding me, Princesa."
The teacher shivered and swallowed then shivered some more when the brunette's warm breath caressed her pink tipped ear. God the effect that breath had on her!
Admitting that she had been avoiding Pepa would be admitting a type of defeat. She couldn't lose again, so she managed a weak, "I don't know what you're talking about, Pepa." in response.
The brunette found that answer amusing and she chuckled throatily, licked her lips, the moist air tickling the same pink tipped ear. "Bullshit."
The redhead tried to move, tried to make her getaway, but she couldn't move backward, the desk behind impeding a backward departure. She couldn't go forward, God no she couldn't go forward! Pepa's hot and tempting body being in that direction and all. She was trapped and could only think of one other thing. Words, she could try words.
"Get away from me, Miss Miranda,"
It may have worked... if her voice wasn't so weak that the demand she thought she made sounded more like a squeaked question. (Damn her disloyal voice box!) Much to Silvia's dismay, the words went unheeded. It only made the teen move in closer, so close their breasts made the slightest of contact.
Pepa wasn't dismayed, though, of course. She was more ecstatic, especially when Ms. Castro whimpered softly as their bodies brushed. Pepa was obviously quite proud of herself, one would say cocky and she chuckled then licked her lips once more as she brought her mouth closer to Silvia's ear.
"It hurts how badly I want you, Pelirroja." the brunette whispered as she placed her hands on either side of the redhead's body, right next to Silvia's own hands on the desk. "I know you want me, too."
And she did. Silvia knew full well that she wanted to the brunette that was dangerously close to her, too fucking close to her, basically up against her. And that voice, that voice! That low, raspy, seductive voice that hooked her when they were at the bar. That voice that made her horny as hell! That voice that stole all the moisture from her mouth only to send it all to a more southern area.
The teacher had to stop this, she couldn't, shouldn't, be feeling this way. She had to get away, she had to get Pepa away. Away from her. She couldn't use her hands, god only knows what her hands would do. Words! She needed to try words again.
"Please, Pepa..." was all she was able to come up with. And she wasn't even sure what the fuck she was pleading for the student to do. Her mind dueling it out with her body for dominance. Mind needing the girl to back away; Body wanting, so much wanting, the girl to press closer, be closer, so close she was inside her. God, if she didn't know what she wanted, how the hell was Pepa supposed to?
But Pepa knew what her teacher was saying. She wasn't an idiot. She knew what the smaller woman was trying to say, she had said earlier for her to get away, but the way the teacher had plead fueled the brunette's libido. Not to mention the redhead's left hand had, at some point, moved to Pepa's hip, most likely unconsciously, and was stroking up and down. Up and down. What was a girl supposed to say? Do?
Move closer and question, "Please what, Princesa?"
The answer was a stifled whimper and a squeeze to the teenager's right hip. Silvia's brain was malfunctioning, quickly losing the war with her body. She couldn't think.
Pepa enjoyed that answer immensely. Yeah, she enjoyed it a lot, enough to place her hands on Silvia's outer thighs and softly caress them before sliding underneath the skirt the teacher had on, lingering before moving her hands upward. The feel of smooth skin pimpling under her fingertips enthralling her, making it harder for her to breath at a normal cadence. The fact obvious in her next words.
"Please what?"
Her hands moved higher and to the back of the redhead's thighs that opened to allow the student's body room to fit between. "Please what, hmm? Touch you?" her hands now on the redhead's ass squeezed causing the woman to release a soft moan. "Tease you?" she pushed her hips into the teacher, another moan.
It was all the smaller woman could do to shake her head. That's all she could do. That wasn't a good sign.
"No? Lick you then?" the brunetted rasped as she proceeded to do just that, starting at the smaller woman's neck then up to her ear where she whispered, "Suck you?" as she took the available earlobe into her hot mouth.
Silvia had to stop this. She needed to stop this! She knew she had to, but Pepa's hips were moving delightfully against her, and her mouth was tasting her, and her voice was saying things. Saying erotic and brain melting things. She needed to stop this.
"Please..."
She wanted to slap herself. She needed to slap herself out of her lustful haze. Her heartbeat pounding loudly in her ears.
Her word only caused Pepa to push harder against her as she chuckled a decidedly wickedly sensuous chuckle, "Please what, Princesa? Have I not guessed correctly, yet?"
The younger woman slid her right hand from Silvia's backside in between their bodies to the front of the redhead's panties and smiled at how wet the material she touched was. "Ah, I get it now..." she slipped her fingers between Silvia's skin and the flimsy barrier that protected it. She moaned along with her teacher when fingers touched liquid warmth.
"Please fuck you, right?"
Silvia bit her lip. Yes! That's what she wanted, God, yes, that's what she wanted! And she moved her hips toward Pepa's fingers for that to happen
But a cell phone rang that stopped their movement. Stopped not only their movement but everything Pepa had accomplished. The ringtone like a shock to her brain. Silvia's brain was no longer a useless puddle. It worked now, sort of. Enough for her to realize what the fuck she was doing, was about to do, and would have done with the teenaged girl in the classroom on her desk with the door slightly open where anyone could have just waltzed right in.
That little bit of brain function that that tiny bout of clarity caused by the cell ring made her jump and push roughly against the tempting girl while voicing a very lady like, "Fuck!" into the air.
Pepa, at that moment, was fairly certain that she could commit homicide. Namely on the person who thought that it was a grand fucking idea to call her right then. The tone in her voice reflecting her murderous intent when she answered her phone knowing that Silvia didn't want her near her at all. The redhead's gestures to shoo the girl away and scowl on her face cementing that.
"What, Curtis?!" the brunette growled into the phone as she was literally pushed out into the hallway by the now irate teacher.
The rest of the student's conversation was only a muffled sound to the redhead as she shut the door and eventually nonexistent as Pepa walked away, giving the fairer woman the opportunity to pace the room frantically in solitude. She did frantic well, biting her fingernails, stalking the room, flailing her arms when the feeling arose, scolding herself mentally and, at times, verbally.
And that was what Lucas walked in on. One would think that Ms. Castro would be thanking fuck all that he hadn't walked in only minutes earlier, but she wasn't in a thankful mood. She was crazed and could only level a glare at the officer of the school.
"What?"
It wasn't growled like Pepa's, but it certainly was far from friendly and the man had a sudden urge to flee. But he was determined, he had a goal. Over the past couple of weeks he had been 'accidentally' running into her whenever he saw that she was alone. And in those incidents, (some might call it stalking, but only a mild form, not too crazy.) he would strike up a conversation and try to get her to laugh, try to get her to like him.
This time though, he wanted to ask her on a date, so he grew some metaphorical mental balls and stayed and attempted to cheer up the obviously flustered redhead with some lame jokes about the students in the school.
Silvia just wanted to kick him, but, again, this was only her first year at the school. And no one likes a grade A bitch, least of all a psycho kicking grade A bitch. So, instead of going with her first instinct, she decided to smile and laugh pitifully. Even adding a, "you're funny." to sell it. But her patience was wearing thin. She could smell herself, evidence of what she and Pepa nearly did, she needed to leave and to do that she needed to get rid of him. She'd do anything to get rid of him.
She kept up her act, laughing when she thought he wanted her to, smiling and nodding when she felt it was appropriate, all while gathering her things together. She was just about to leave the room when she heard his tone change.
"Great! Pick you up at 8:00, then?"
What the fuck? What did she just agree to? She worded it better, though.
"Huh?"
Lucas was pleased that not only did he lighten the previously frustrated woman's demeanor, but he also got her to go out with him in a few hours that night. It didn't even occur to him that she hadn't been paying attention.
He smiled his cocky smile, reminding Silvia of Pepa slightly, and said, "For the movie."
Fuckity fuck fucking fuckity fuck! "Great." Her enthusiasm a little too enthusiastic to be real really, not that the officer noticed the difference.
"Great." his smile still in place as he strutted down the hall away from her, thinking that he knew just whose face he was going to be rubbing this date into.
When he was out of earshot the redhead let out a curse, obviously not sharing his happiness.
2nd A/N- Let me know what you think, please. I'm a little iffy about this chapter, but it's what my muse wanted, so... Horny then blue-vagging muse. xD